I can't get up.

Mother, why can't I get up?

Mother, stop it!

It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.

Oh God, stop it! Shut up! Shut up!

But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder.

Stop it! Stop it right now!

They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man...

Oh God, I'm paralyzed!

…as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds.

I can't feel my legs!

They know I can't move a finger, and I won't.

Mother, you're hurting me! Mother, stop! Mother, please!

I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me.


They're probably watching me.

I'm blind. Why can't I-

Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am.

Damn it, Mother, I can't breathe!

I'm not even going to swat that fly.

Oh God, Mother, why can't I breathe?

I hope they are watching... they'll see.

Stop it! Stop it! Mother!

They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."